Gemotions

The fluorescent lights of the accounting department hummed, a sound that grated on Amelia's nerves. She’d been enjoying her perch in Marketing, a world of colorful campaigns and creative brainstorming. Now, she was surrounded by beige cubicles and the monotonous click-clack of keyboards. She slouched in her new chair, the cheap fabric itching against her skin.

“Welcome, Amelia!” Mr. Henderson, her new supervisor, boomed, his smile too wide, his voice too enthusiastic. She offered a tight, brief nod in return. He began explaining the intricacies of balance sheets, and she found herself staring out the window, at the distant, vibrant world she had left behind.

The coffee in the breakroom tasted like dirty dishwater. She took a single sip and tossed the rest down the drain. This was going to be a long, long day.